Was loud enough to wake the dead
I'll be the axe that clears the forest
No place to lay my head
Whiskey was for supper
Or a word spoken kind
We were left alone, left alone
With no place to lay my head
To thin the growing crowd
Was get back on the road
And my feet were cold
Past the rows, past the rows
I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
You'd catch a glimpse of what I'd done
And my legs were tired
I will destroy everything of beauty

If I had to do it over
When we meet you will see
If you stared at them too long
There was nothin' left to do
But bow out of this world
I spent those days runnin' hard and fast

But you couldn't find a decent man
I just would have done it slower

When we meet then you'll know
The faces of the damned
When we meet then you'll know
Deep below the dunes I roved
Every king on his lonely throne
We were left alone, left alone
All I could do

And all the butchered lambs

I heard a tale of a place
Was get back on the road
For a dollar you could buy a girl

Beside the acacias, freshly in bloom
Full of bitter men

Where men like me were needed
When I had my fill
My feet were cold
All I could do
Man couldn't ask for better
And my legs were tired

I sent men to their doom
I'll be the axe that clears the forest
So I came upon a shanty town
It read welcome to the end

And the sound of rain against the roof
Where carved into a crude wood sign
And tasted every kill
The sound of the rain against the roof

When we meet you will see
Was loud enough to wake the dead

Every king on his lonely throne
Where the dead walk tall and proud
I will destroy everything of beauty
Of every possible design